Fender Stratocaster - Jonathan Richman

Born in the fifties, looking so bold

Fender Stratocaster

Everything your parents hated about rock & roll

Fender Fender Fender

Wangin' & a-twangin', sounding so tough

Fender Stratocaster

& the kids in my corner, they can’t get enough

Fender Fender Fender

Like the wind in your hair when the top is down

Like taillights headed for another town

Fender Stratocaster

Well, there’s something about that sound

Like gasoline in the sand

Fender Stratocaster

Like a motorcycle at a hot dog stand

Fender Fender Fender

Like the Dunkin' Donuts in Mattapan

Fender Stratocaster

Like the Thrifty Drugs in Santa An'

Fender Fender Fender

Well the sound is thin & the sound is cheap

Like a tin can falling on a dead end street

Fender Stratocaster

Well, there’s something about that sound

(Guitar)

Well, how can it sound so tough?

Fender Stratocaster

& it’s made to be treated rough

Fender Fender Fender

It’s got the ancient Egyptian script

Fender Stratocaster

It’s got the wang bar from the crypt

Fender Fender Fender

Oh, you should have known it right off the bat

One look & you know it would sound like that

Fender Stratocaster

Oh, there’s something about that sound

Like gasoline in the sand

Fender Stratocaster

Like a motorcycle at a hot dog stand

Fender Fender Fender

Like the Dunkin' Donuts in Mattapan

Fender Stratocaster

Like the Thrifty Drugs in Santa An'

Fender Fender Fender

Oh, & the sound’s so thin that it’s barely there

Like a bitchy girl who just don’t care

Fender Stratocaster

Oh, there’s something about that sound

Like Woo-Woo Ginsberg at the juke box joint

You hear the sound & you get the point

Fender Stratocaster

Something about that sound!

Oh, oh-oh, all right!

I said, oh, my God, one more time

Oh, wah-oh, oh oh!